the way i was made

I've tried to love Places I refuse to call home Stuck in this prison cell of cellulite and scars Isn't it strange? Despite what you say I still hate the way That I was made I must return To the awful truth The self-abuse My body is a temple and a shelter Still I love the rain The thunder and lightning on my skin is tempting me But I wont give in Self-love is so far from my grasp but I must take the chance I love you please forgive me for the damage done